Sunday, September 25, 2016

Author Interview with Ken Warner - Author of Katana Sandan (The Katana Series Book 3)





Hi Ken! Thank you so much for taking the time to do this interview about Katana Sandan and The Katana Series!

What inspired you write this series?

I grew up reading/watching all the big, epic, hero's quest stories--starting with Narnia, LOTR/Hobbit, Star Wars--and then of course Harry Potter when I was much older. I've always loved that kind of story. And when I was starting out in martial arts, I heard all sorts of myths and legends about masters with mysterious powers. I always thought it would be awesome to read an epic fantasy story that took advantage of that mythology. Nobody ever did, so I finally took it on myself! 

How many books are you planning to write in the series?

There are 5 books in my Katana series. I finished the last one back in 2012. 

Do your characters have control of the story, or do you have all the control?

Well, I start out with most of the control, when I'm doing the general outlines. By the time I get to the chapter outlines, the characters start to take over. And by the time I'm writing, they get most of the control. I've literally had entire story arcs spring from characters' interactions, that I'd never realized would be there until I got to the writing. 

Are any of your characters based on real people in your life?

There are two. One is a prominent secondary character throughout the entire series. The other isn't introduced until the final novel. Both were students of mine from my days as a martial arts instructor. 

Who is your favorite character in the series to write?

The main character, Katana, no question. She transforms so much through the series, as she's confronted with all these obstacles and challenges. Developing her in the face of adversity and tragedy was super intense--especially in the later books. 

What did you enjoy most about writing this book?

I love outlining, and unlike the vast majority of authors I know, I *love* editing. Tweaking the plot, adding/reworking scenes, etc. is highly enjoyable to me. The actual writing of the first draft is my least favorite part. Beyond that, the best part, really, is getting feedback from readers who have read and loved the books. Nothing beats that! 

What was the hardest part of writing this book?

Killing off main characters. Man, that's tough. There are two deaths in particular in the last two books that actually reduced me to sobbing. And I turn into a blubbering mess every time I read/edit those passages, too. 

Are you planning writing any spinoff series? Perhaps a prequel series?

You know, for a long time, I wasn't. At all. The story is finished at the end of book five. But... lately, I've been reconsidering. I have a couple of main threads I may pick up one day. I don't think I'd do a prequel series, only because you learn so much about the history of this world in the third, and especially the fourth book. But there's one giant loose end in book four that I could spin off to a sequel series. We'll see. 

Who are some of your favorite authors that you feel are influential in your work?  What impact have they had on your writing?

That's easy: J.K. Rowling and J.R.R. Tolkien. There have been others, but those two taught me what I truly, deeply love about reading and storytelling. 

Do you have anything else you want to say to your readers and fans?


Only that they can download the first book for FREE! Haha... And that I hope they enjoy reading the series as much as I enjoyed writing it! (Link to get book 1 for free is below)


Biography



Ken Warner grew up reading fantasy and science fiction. His first experiences in these genres included The Chronicles of Narnia and The Hobbit. Early in his high school years, he began training in martial arts. Right away he started hearing legends of martial arts masters who could use their internal chi energy to accomplish seemingly supernatural feats. This mythology always fascinated him and he wished someone would incorporate it into an epic fantasy story. Nobody ever did, so finally in 2006 he took it upon himself.

Ken wrote Katana Shodan: The Scroll of the Five Masters in November of that year. He followed it up with the second book, Katana Nidan: The Unwritten Koan in December. Since then he has completed all five books in the series.

Ken has practiced various martial arts for 30 years–including kempo, kung fu, and tai chi. He holds a 5th degree black belt in kempo karate. He graduated from Wesleyan University in Middletown, CT in 1993 with a BA in English and astronomy. He has taught martial arts professionally ever since. From 2006 to 2012, Ken served as the assistant coach for 100 Percent Performance, one of the top sport karate teams in the country. Members of the team won numerous world championships in forms, weapons, and team demo.











 





Saturday, September 24, 2016

My Fair Assassin (A Paranormal Misfits Romance Book 1) By C.J. Anaya


Crysta has always been different. She never felt like she fit in. She grew up in foster home after foster home. Always weary of men and their overpowering attraction to her. She is minding her own business at her apartment, and all of a sudden a man with a knife is standing in front her. She doesn't freak out like a normal person does. Instead she just tells him to get it over with quick. He looks at her and all of a sudden everything changes. Who is this man? Who is she to him? Why does she seem familiar? Little does Crysta know that her life is about to drastically change forever!

I really like this book! C.J. has a great beginning to a series here. The world she created is very intriguing. Her characters are easy to like and draw you into the story. The dialog is awesome. It's a very fast read, keeping you on the edge of your seat. I highly recommend this book!

Right now it's available for free on Amazon. Not sure how long it will be available for free, so pick up your copy now!

Friday, September 23, 2016

Cover and First Chapter Reveal: The Legend Of The Pumpkin Thief By Charles Day



Today Charles Day and Month9Books are revealing the cover and first chapter for the Bram Stoker Award Winning THE LEGEND OF THE PUMPKIN THIEF, which releases October 18, 2016! Check out the gorgeous cover and enter to be one of the first readers to receive a eGalley!!


A quick note from the author:

As the townsfolk sleep, something creeps into the neighborhood. Hidden in shadows, its presence is as old as time itself, its intent not born of goodness. Nick, a teenager who fancies himself a detective, wakes to find his carved masterpiece missing. Now a mystery is afoot, and Nick has his first assignment, to find out who or what is snatching up the town’s pumpkins and why. Unfortunately, as with all great detectives, obstacles stand in Nick’s way—the neighborhood bully and his cronies, and the strange old lady and her dog who share the run-down house at the end of Nick’s block. As Nick investigates, an urban legend unravels . . . . The Legend of The Pumpkin Thief. Nick fears the legend as he embarks on the most dangerous adventure of his young life. Collecting clues, getting ever closer to the true nature of evil, he learns that curiosity comes with a high price.

When I fist saw the cover, I was blown away at just how cool and creepy it was. I mean, it's almost identical to the vision I had of the evil legendary character who shows up and a new town every year for Halloween. As an artist myself, I really dig all the colors and inks. Kudos and congrats to the artist. You rock, buddy. 


On to the reveal! 




Title: THE LEGEND OF THE 
PUMPKIN THIEF
Author: Charles Day
Pub. Date: October 18, 2016
Publisher: Month9Books
Format: Paperback, eBook

Find it: 



As the townsfolk sleep, something creeps into the neighborhood. Hidden in shadows, its presence is as old as time itself, its intent not born of goodness.


Nick, a teenager who fancies himself a
detective, wakes to find his carved masterpiece missing. Now a mystery is
afoot, and Nick has his first assignment, to find out who or what is snatching
up the town’s pumpkins and why.


Unfortunately, as with all great
detectives, obstacles stand in Nick’s way—the neighborhood bully and his
cronies, and the strange old lady and her dog who share the run-down house at the end of Nick’s block. As Nick investigates, an urban 
legend unravels . . . .

The Legend of The Pumpkin Thief.


Nick fears the legend as he embarks on
the most dangerous adventure of his young life. Collecting clues, getting ever
closer to the true nature of evil, he learns that curiosity comes with a high
price.



"Charles Day's The Legend of the Pumpkin Thief should be every Halloween-crazy kid's favorite book--and a lot of us adults will love this wonderful tale as well. Part mystery, part fantasy, and part perfect Halloween scary story, it all adds up to 100% sheer delight. Bravo to intrepid young detective Nick, that black-suited Pumpkin Thief, and Charles Day for putting them together in this sweet-'n'-spooky novella."


~Lisa Morton,
four-time Bram Stoker Award winner and author of The Halloween Encyclopedia.



Excerpt




Chapter One




Nick sniffed the cold air that had started to settle in and around Chesterville, New York, his quaint, upstate hometown located in the Catskill Mountains. Halloween was one day away, a Friday this year. Nick looked forward to the holiday, one of his favorites, next to Christmas, of course. However, today he had something he enjoyed even better: a great mystery.




Nick flipped through the final pages of yet another mystery novel that fed his mind with exciting characters and great plots. As he sat in bed with his new favorite book held in his sweaty palms, the earth could have exploded into smithereens, his house pulled from its foundation by a tornado—it didn't matter what catastrophe might occur at this moment; Nick found himself fully immersed in the final chapter with his favorite characters.




He loved stories about missing people, crazed or degenerate criminals intent on doing their victims harm, or a detective two clues away from capturing his suspects.




Although he was only twelve, Nick had already completed a good number of mystery novels in his short life. He kept his own personal collection in a large cardboard box on a shelf in his closet, safe above wooden hangers holding football jerseys, dyed T-shirts, and ripped blue jeans, and he was about to add this latest mystery to his library. Just a few pages to go and he would know what these characters were up to … until he heard a voice from downstairs.




"Nicky, time for dinner! I'm not going to call you again," his mother yelled up the stairs, apparently for the second time. Yes, nothing interrupted his concentration when he neared the end of a good mystery book—except his mom, with her threatening voice.




Nick's mother was not unlike other mothers in the neighborhood. He had some friends whose moms were the same when it came to gathering their families for dinner, but tonight was not the night. He wanted to finish the final pages before stepping back into reality.




"I'll be down in a minute, Ma!" Nick screamed back, but his eyes still focused on the book. Sure, he knew he'd be in trouble if he didn't heed her call. Dad would eventually come upstairs and yell at him for not showing up at the table on time. So he bookmarked the page, took a quick peek at himself in the mirror on his way out of his room, admired the short blond hair, blue eyes, and thin physique—still looking good, guy—then quickly ran downstairs to join his family.




As Nick walked into the dining room, he saw Samantha, his younger sister, still ten but going on sixteen, already seated at the table with a generous portion of meat and potatoes

falling over the edge of her plate. Her dark hair, pulled up into pigtails, bobbed as she inhaled the aromas. And, coming out from the kitchen with freshly baked dinner rolls, was Mom.



"Sit down, Nicky," Mom said, passing him by while the smell from those warm rolls filled his nostrils and made his mouth water.




As Nick suspected, Mom, adorned in a silk blouse, yellow skirt, and high heels, was dressed as if she'd just stepped out of one of those beauty magazines scattered about the house. However, he focused on those dinner rolls she'd placed on the table. He had to have one. As he went to grab a roll, Samantha's annoying voice short-circuited his growing appetite to savor the warm goodness.




"Glad you could make it, snot-face," she said, smiling at Nick.




There she was, in all her glory, his pigtailed brat of a sister.




Nick's appetite suddenly disappeared. He stared at Samantha, who continued to smile, and wondered how … how he could make his sister's life miserable at that very moment.




"That's it, sis. Fill up on all that food you got there on your plate so you can keep getting nice and fat, because—"




"Ma!" Samantha yelled.




"Knock it off, Nicholas. Leave your sister alone and let her eat," Mom said.




Of course, Samantha screaming was always his fault. Whether or not his sister was wrong didn't matter; it seemed that he'd be the guilty one. In fact, Nick knew that even if she stood on the dinner table and kicked the plates full of food to the floor, with his parents witnessing the whole event, he'd still be the guilty one, accused of making her do it.




"Yeah, okay … I know it's my fault. Even though she called me snot-face, I'm the one who's guilty." Nick gestured, using his hands to show his frustration. "Whatever."




Nick watched his father come in while he argued.




"I don't care much who's at fault; what I want is for everyone to stifle it and eat your food … understood?" He sat down at the head of the table.




"Ma, have a seat and join us." He looked to his left. "Nick and Samantha, not another word out of you two, or you're both grounded."




That's what Nick wanted to hear—fairness. His dad was harsh when it came to disciplinary things, but he also was fair. Nick could reason with him on occasion, and he liked that.




"Oh, by the way," his father said, looking confused, "I was coming in from the rain and noticed the jack-o'-lantern on the steps out front is missing. Anybody know where it went?"




He knew his dad wanted an answer from him, by the stare he sent deep into Nick's eyes. The Stare of Death!




Nick felt singled out again. Sure, Dad, blame it on me. Score another win for Sam.




Nick heard the drops of water as they exploded on the roof. Loud tapping sounded against the windows from the windswept rain. Halloween is tomorrow. Maybe one of the local punks in the neighborhood took it to use as a flying projectile. I don’t know.




Nick figured that since eggs were hard to come by on Halloween, especially for kids his age, it had to be a teenager who'd stolen their pumpkin to toss around instead. That would make a nice mess on some unsuspecting neighbor's driveway.




Then it hit him. Here was his chance to find out who may have taken the carved-out pumpkin and, just maybe, assist in the apprehension of the punk. After eating most of his dinner, Nick excused himself from the table and ran up to his room to gather a few items.




He shut his door, surprised his parents didn't question his early departure from their nightly dinner ritual. Not even an evil eye glanced his way from his mom. That had certainly made him feel better. No need to get on Mom's bad side.




There was another good reason to venture out and start his investigation: to be far away from his sister.




She was trouble.




Besides, there was a mystery to solve, the case of the missing pumpkin, and he figured he'd start by checking to see if any of his neighbors were missing their pumpkins.




The new mystery reminded him of the stories he'd heard among his classmates: the urban legend of the Pumpkin Thief. He'd cut out an article about this legend from the school's newsletter a few years ago, when he'd first heard the story, intrigued by the creepiness of it all.




Nick wanted to read the article again. He went to his desk and rummaged through his stack of papers until he located the piece of tattered print, written by some kid, a Jeffery Beamer, in the Journalism Club. He'd certainly done his research on the urban legend. Nick re-read the whole thing while standing.




"Legend of the Pumpkin Thief, by Jeffery Beamer.




"One thing that truly amazes me is urban legends. I've heard a few good ones over the years, some from watching TV, others from Googling urban legends. So when some of my older friends in school shared with me the Pumpkin Thief legend, I just had to do a little bit of research. And this is what I found.




" Legend has it that around Halloween, this evil creature, the Pumpkin Thief—a tall, green-bean-thin figure in a black suit and large, orange tie, with a massive orange pumpkin for a head and carved-out eyes, nose, and jagged mouth—would sneak into a town of his choosing and snatch up the pumpkins at night. He'd collect as many as he could hold, then he'd carry them away to a secret location.




"Why did he snatch up all the pumpkins? Well, my dear readers, folklore said it had to do with him trying to stop the townsfolk from using them to ward off evil spirits. You see, without the pumpkins to protect their homes, they were prey to all the ghosts, ghouls, and goblins that float around on Halloween, having fun on the one night when they get to celebrate all things horror. They run amok and frighten trick-or-treaters. It's their night, and the Pumpkin Thief does what he can to allow them to have fun on this special night.




"Now, although the urban legend has been discredited, I was able to retrieve some stories from people who said they have evidence that he is indeed real.




"It appears that a few local towns had confirmed that this Pumpkin Thief visited them. They had their pumpkins stolen, and on Halloween night, weird things happened to a few of the townsfolk. Some said they saw ghosts peering into their homes through the windows. One person claimed that floating chased about his bedroom Another said his doorbell kept ringing, but no one was there. I even found a few photos from a nearby town that showed strange, large, orb-type lights floating above their homes on Halloween night.




Of course, experts discredited these allegations. It seems no one had concrete evidence of a Pumpkin Thief caught red-handed grabbing pumpkins; nonetheless, the legend continues. Which town will be next?




Nick stopped reading. He had enough to go on. One missing pumpkin certainly did not qualify as a visit from the Pumpkin Thief. But it was kind of cool, getting all worked up the night before the holiday, a special holiday devoted to celebrating evil and dead things. And the article intrigued him. Maybe I should look into this some more, find out who else might have been visited by this legend since Jeffery wrote the article. I need to track down this kid. I'm sure he's got more to tell.




He replaced the article on the pile of papers and went to pack his jacket pockets with all the detective tools he'd need for tonight: a flashlight, cell phone, and a small pair of binoculars. Those were all he had, so far. He'd ordered some other items out of one of his detective comic books, but they hadn't shipped yet. He loved all the detective gadgetry!




He knew what he wanted to do when he grew up. He wanted to be a detective with the police department. He wasn’t sure how to get there, but between his parents, teachers, and those guidance counselors they had in the big high school he’d be eventually attending, he’d find his way. Once he had the title of detective, and access to all that high-tech gadgetry he'd seen on his favorite TV shows, he'd be happier than an ant in a picnic basket.




And now that his family's pumpkin had gone missing, most likely stolen, he’d been given the perfect opportunity for an early taste of detective work. Just the thought of it excited him as he began preparations for tonight's quick investigation.




Nick sat on his bed for a moment longer, still imagining how, one day, he'd succeed at what he wanted to do. Detective work. The girl. The cars. The life.




Nick had to stop thinking so much about the future and instead concentrate on solving the mystery afoot. He already had an idea about who may have put their grubby hands on his pumpkin. Lou, the bully of his neighborhood! He stood and walked out of his room, closing the door behind him, then to the top of the stairs. But when he approached the top step, he saw his evil little sibling with the pigtails at the bottom, looking straight up at him.




Samantha put both hands on her hips and smiled. "Where are you going? I'm telling."




"You've got to be kidding me, Sam. What is your problem? You're ten, but sometimes you act like a spoiled baby. Do you really hate me that much?"




Nick hoped a little guilt would soften his sister up, and possibly keep her from saying anything to their parents. She seemed to have a relentless desire to make his life a living mess.




For real.




"You're playing stupid detective again, right?" She smiled, her arms folded. "Well, you're going to need me if you want to solve a mystery because I know how to be a real detective." She continued to smile while blocking Nick's exit.




He knew her motive. She wanted to follow her big brother through a night of detective work, a complete gathering of clues, and hopefully witness a crime get solved through the quick actions of her detective brother.




He also figured she'd tell all her friends that her older brother could solve any crime that dared to enter her neighborhood. He could see it in her eyes. "Yeah, sure. Get your coat and let's go. It's getting dark out."




Nick wasn't the least bit happy about having to drag Samantha along, but he didn't want her telling her friends and their parents any lies about his motives. Besides, she might be able to help keep an eye on things.




***




Nick and Samantha left the house together, first telling his parents he was taking his sister across the street to his friend's house. He knew they would've noticed Samantha missing, with her always under their feet.




As they crossed the street, Nick took out his flashlight. He directed its yellow beam to his neighbors’ stoops and porches in search of pumpkins. He pointed the light at each home, every porch that may have displayed a pumpkin, as he walked farther down his street, Samantha by his side.




He was having trouble getting a clear view. Although the rain had stopped, a misty fog had taken over, reflecting the beam of his flashlight back into his eyes. That made it difficult for him to check for pumpkins, even with some porch lights on. But as far as he could tell, none of the houses had any pumpkins on their porches, either. That bothered him.




Eventually he made it to the last house on the left, the home of Mrs. Needlewhitter, an eighty-seven-year-old widow who hated children. Nick knew she was a mean old lady, and he usually did his best to steer clear of her. Tonight was different. He needed to check her porch, just like he'd checked the others.




Nick slowly approached the gate, then jumped back in sheer fright, pulling his sister to the ground with him. Baxter, the old lady's German Shepherd, slammed up against the fence, barking, snarling, and showing off his white canines.




Samantha cried and screamed, "I want to go home!"




Her loud voice made the dog bark even more.




"Come on, sis, let's go. He can't hurt you. He's behind the fence," Nick said, lifting her up off the wet grass that left a fresh, green stain on the knees of her white pants. He shined his flashlight on Mrs. Needlewhitter's porch, noticing a few smashed pumpkins by her bottom stoop.




Could that be it? Had he found the culprit? An eighty-seven-year-old, half-crippled, almost blind, gray-haired … pumpkin thief?




Baxter stood on his hind legs, his massive front paws hanging over the top of the gate, snarling and barking at Nick as he came closer for a better look. He shined his flashlight in Baxter's eyes, turning them red as blood, reminding him of a movie he'd seen last week on the Chiller Channel about this dog gone bad, evil incarnate, determined to do harm to those who'd messed with him while he was still a pup.




Nick shook this thought from his head and, instead, focused his attention on the front porch.




The porch light turned on.




"What's going on out there, Baxter boy? You see trespassers, is that it?" Mrs. Needlewhitter yelled through the screen door. "Get 'em, boy. Rip ’em to shreds. Dirty rat punks."




Nick couldn't understand why she said what she did, but he wasn't waiting around to find out what would happen next. He grabbed hold of his sister and ran across the street, not looking back as they sprinted home. He still heard the old lady's dog, barking in the distance.




When they reached their house, Nick walked his sister up the front porch steps, and then opened the door. He gave his tearful sister a nudge inside. "Go, and don't say a word to Mom or Dad, you hear?"




She didn't look back or reply as she walked indoors.




He quickly shut the door, then sat down on his front steps to think of what he needed to do next. He'd found a few broken and smashed pumpkins, and Mrs. Needlewhitter might just be the pumpkin culprit, but why?




How?




How could she manage to sneak around and grab all those pumpkins? Or could this be the work of Lou, the bully? Or worse. Has the Pumpkin Thief chosen this town for this Halloween? My town? Now Nick had even more reason to find this Jeffery Beamer.




In the interim, Nick knew he had to gather some evidence, so he thought up a plan, a great plan on how he'd get closer to those pumpkins scattered about Mrs. Needlewhitter’s yard. This was going to be his first real detective work, and he knew deep inside that he was so ready to accomplish the task.






Charles Day is the Horror Writer
Association's Mentor Program Chairperson, Co­-Chair for the NY/LI Chapter, and a member of the HWA Library committee. He is also a member of the New England Horror Writers Association, the American Library Association, and the Young
Adult Library Services Association.


He is also the Bram Stoker Award®
nominated author of the YA novel, THE LEGEND OF THE PUMPKIN THIEF. He’s also published his first adult novel DEEP WITHIN and the first book in his
Adventures of Kyle McGerrt trilogy, a YA western heroic fantasy, THE HUNT FOR THE GHOULISH BARTENDER, and his first co­authored novel with Mark Taylor, REDEMPTION


His forthcoming publications and
projects in development for 2014 include a comic book series based on the ADVENTURES OF KYLE McGERRT trilogy, his first middle­ grade series, THE UNDERDWELLERS, and his third YA novel, IMMORTAL FAMILY.


On the publishing business side of things, Charles is the owner of Day Media and Publishing in New York, which houses the successful imprints, Evil Jester Press, Evil Jester Comics, and Hidden Thoughts Press (mental wellness collections,)


He’s also an artist and illustrator, who
is passionate about creating the many characters he’s brought to life in his
published, or soon to be published works. You can find out more about his
upcoming writing projects, check out his illustrations and art, or find out
what he’s cooking up next with that evil dude­in­the­box, the evil Jester, by
visiting his Facebook page.




3 winners will receive an eGalley of
THE LEGEND OF THE PUMPKIN THIEF. International.